Book Thoughts

That is what I’m looking for every time I flip to the back of a book, compulsively checking for proof that in a life where so many things have gone wrong, there can be beauty too. That there is always hope, no matter what.

“If you’ve got something to say,” I reply, “I’d love for you to interrupt me.”

When you come from a family like mine, you’re a part of a whole, like one square in a quilt. Anytime you try to pull in a particular direction, there are hundreds of other squares to resist. To pull you back.”

“For the one you love? Anything. You unmake the world and build a new one. You do anything to give them what they need.”

Maybe truth is less about a compromise of conflicting viewpoints and more about an integration of them.

think there’s so much out of our control. Almost everything about how our lives go. But I think deciding that we’re all just on a track, that we never really had any say over our own decisions—it feels like the kind of thing someone with a lot of regrets would need to be true. Maybe I need something different to be true.”

The feeling of being so grateful to have something worth missing.

“Love means constantly saying you’re sorry, and then doing better.”

he’d loved the feeling of coming to an agreement with another living thing, of understanding each other’s needs, giving space when it was time for it, and pulling close when it was needed.